Task Name:So you were a marine?
Tier: 4
NPC or PC:PC
Location:Impel down
Crew, Team, or Personal: (Crew Task must be done with one or more Crew Members.)
Description:A week after losing her mind at jaya, Reina finds herself on a transport ship headed for down. Here she'll be introduced to the underworld, where they say the demons here don't try to escape. It doesn't take long for inmates to smell what they believe to be, "fresh meat".
Enemy Details: 20 Tier 3, 10 Tier 4
Boss: yes


Boss Name:Trevor fulton
Tier: 4
Description:"sandy", is what they call him. He's a man of average build, but he has a particiualr bad scar running down the side of his face. One which is deep, raw and has never fully healed.
Devil Fruit: Suna suna no mi
Haki: (What Haki do they know if any.)
Equipment:
Strength: 3
Durability: 5
Speed: 4
Perception: 3

The red head lied lifelessly on a hard frigid floor, inundated by an oppressive darkness who grip was only pried by faint torch light flickering just ahead of her. Hard bars made of what she presumed to be seastone stood before her, casting their thin shadows on her as she struggled to sit upright. Her arms bound at her wrists by heavy stone shackles, leaving her no room to use them at all. Their vicegrip too tight on her skin, eating at her skin if she moved an inch. She saw crimson residue, but didn't know if it was her own or not. Her clothing stained in red as well, but she had no memory of what happened after Jaya.

Coming from the deck was a man in a pristine white suit with two additional ensigns at his flanks. He stood before her cell with teeth that glistened in the faint torchlight. His figure half concealed by the darkness as the shadows danced around him, leaving her with the impression of a demon. " Now that the formalities at Enies are complete. Why don't we have a chat red devil"? The question itself was rhetorical as the guards opened her cell and yanked her at her biceps. They moved with zeal, practically dragging the red head whose body was heavy with a fatigue she didn't remember having before waking up. She was plopped into a coarse wooden chair roughly, with only a barren musty wooden table before her. Left cheek pressed against the table by a burly hand pushing down upon her head, she heard the door shut in front of her. The sound of a zipper reverberated in the room, followed by tools being plopped on the table in front of her. She instinctively closed her eyes as the scalpels and nails hit her head, cutting her a few times as she lied there. " Good good, you're still conscious. This wouldn't be fun if you were a limp fish woman".

He took a scalpel lightly pressed it against her skin, letting it flirt with her flesh as it danced upon her. " We've got reports of you torturing our boys and taking no prisoners. I think karma might be a bitch,but I'm a nice guy. Tell me who you're working for and all will be well". Reina thought about tossing the two goons aside and killing her interrogator, but she realized that they might do worse if she resisted. Instead she simply lied there with a smile on her face. " You pussies can't get me to talk. I'll take what I know tot he grave". A whirring in the background started to roar behind her. " hek hek hek ehk, go for it little girl. I got twelve hours to break you".

WC:471

The dawn greeted her with a bright sunny glow that felt alien to her. In just a few days it felt like the sun wasn't real,but there it was caressing her cheek as it greeted the world. Reina stood in her cell covered in stitches and her own blood. The guards who were already used to seeing abuse of prisoners shuddered when they found her. Her beautiful body was covered in cigar marks and her clothes were in tatters, soaked in blood and seawater. Her abdomen had grotesque stitches where her kidney and appendix would normally be. The only exception was her face, which was left almost untouched. The battered woman stared outward with a dull,but satisfied expression. Arms still bound they pulled her from the cell and lead her into impel down, escorted by a group of eight officers who formed a small box formation around her. Everyone who watched her procession looked upon her as if they were transporting the devil itself. Even her interrogator who had a arrogant swagger to his step, stood aside with his arms crossed as she solemnly passed by him. Unphased by being operated on while conscious, he tipped his hat and went under the deck with a wry smile. The likes of which communicated excitement, as if he was saying they'd meet again.

As she stepped forth into bowls of Impel down, she had a sinking feeling she'd never leave. She was relieved of her shackles,but left in the hands of down's staff. Their expressions were hardened and without emotion. There was no fear or remorse in their eyes. Like daggers, they motioned for her to move forth into an elevator operated by one lone guard. There she stood in the cramped space when the solemn guard pulled the lever, pulling them into the bowls of the World government's underworld. Here she was greeted by a pair of Guards perched at the top of what seemed to be a 10 mile staircase leading into a desert wasteland. Rifles in hand, they nudged at her to move forward with the barrel of their guns, making her stumble a few steps forward. There was a strange wind passing through what seemed to be an endless desert, with sand flying about and the sound of it crunching beneath their feet. Toward the bottom she could hear the other prisoners coo'ing. " Hey dollface. c'mere"! She was assaulted by whistles and angry jeering. Her eyes trained on what was before her, she never looked away from the path.

Not more than 10 minutes later she was shoved into a group cell, with what seemed to be a group of withered individuals unlike the rest. They sat slumped against the wall with masks to cover their mouths from the sand being blown up constantly. There she stood as the door behind her closed. " Welcome", said a dry raspy voice. In contrast to the greeter's soft voice, his eyes glowed a fierce white from the shadows of the cell.

WC:511